Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love

Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to holdAnd they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold

Lone Star belt buckles and old faded LevisAnd each night begins a new dayAnd if you don't understand him and he don't die youngHe'll probably just ride away

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love

A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain morningsLittle warm puppies and children and girls of the night

Them that don't know him won't like himAnd them that do sometimes won't know how to take himHe's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let himDo things to make you think he's right

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love